Then girls were twittering and laughing. I tired hard to maintain my dignity as I served the drinks in my birthday suit.
I was about to sip my champagne when Wanda looked at me and demanded, “Who gave you permission to drink?”
Looking at her agape I stood there speechless.
She stood up and addressed the group.
“Well now!” she paused for dramatic effect then continued. “Girls here are the rules for tonight.”
“First James is never to cover himself at any time. Second He is to serve us and remain here for our pleasure only. Third you as our guest are allowed to fondle, caress, pinch, and pull James’ body or whatever your heart does desire. And I hope it desires a great deal. Forth Ladies have fun!”
Julie, always the bold one started off the evening. “Come here love. Let’s have a proper look at those jewels.
I approached with some hesitation, but a knowing look from Wanda sent me towards the plumpness of the Aussie. “That’s a good lad. Now face me dear and spread your legs a little.”
I did as I was told and spread my legs open. I never had felt so exposed. I certainly liked Julie, but never dreamed that I would be standing naked with her looking at my dick and balls. She looked like she was intensely studying my stuff when she pressed her face into my pubes and inhaled deeply.
“I always did like the smell of a man.” She laughed and the whole group cackled with her. That’s when it struck me this is a hen party, the ultimate hen party. I giggled with that thought and said to myself why not just get into their groove.
As she inhaled my man-odor her hand crept up my leg and went between my legs from behind. Her fingers found my scrotum and then she played with my balls. Julie sipped her drink and then continued her tactile exploration.
I could feel her index finger trace the rosebud of my ass. She dipped her finger into her glass and then slowly rotated her moistened digit gently into my ass.
The pressure of her finger was stimulating. The women watched her play.
“Now Julie, no fair hogging the merchandise!” Wanda cautioned. Reluctantly Julie removed her finger, slapped me on the ass and sent me towards Joan.
Joan was in her late fifties. She had large heavy breast and thick heavy thighs and calves. She smiled as I walked to her side. She just took her right index finger and gently rubbed under my cock. Her touch was very soft, almost tender.
My penis began to engorge and thicken. A dewy bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit in the glands. Joan’s eyes widened. She never said a word but only focused her attention on my cock. Using the tips of her nails she lifted my dick by the foreskin.
Gawd! It was exquisite. I often had fantasies of serving heavy matrons while being naked and here it was happening. The mixture of exposure and being surrounded by these old, plump mature gals was indescribably delicious.
“Oh look! He’s starting to grow.” exclaimed Joan. She released the pincers and wrapped her fat fingers around my cock. She squeezed my dick which caused more pre-cum to run from the end. And ever so ladylike bent over and lapped the clear bead with the velvet softness of the tip of her tongue, savoring the pre-cum as if it was nectar. “Mmmmm!” She exclaimed and arched her eye-brow as she looked me in the eyes. “It tastes good.” Then she licked her lips.
The other woman, Sally pouted, “Hey isn’t it about my time Joan?” she demanded with a false tone of impatience.
Sally was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. She had gray hair cut in a modified page boy fashion. She was wearing a silky dress that was fastened by a row of buttons up the front. Several I noted were already undone. Her breast were not as big as Julie’s or Joan’s but still had a plump roundness that was unmistakably feminine. Her belly had that sensual roundness that melted into wide hips.
She grabbed my hard dick and pulled me in front of her. After a quick visual inspection of my dick she placed her hands on my shoulder and push downward.
I responded and knelt before this plump matron. She proceeded to unbutton the clinging silken dress revealing her thick thighs encased in sheer black stockings. As she began to spread her thighs I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her bush was a thick forest of black pubes. She then placed her hands on both sides of my head and turned my head so that we were face to face.
“Lick!” She commanded and guided my face between her thighs.
I was thrilled. One of my favorite sexual practices is to orally service a woman on my knees. Here I was under her command.
I breathed deeply her musky sex odor. If you are like me the smell of an over ripe mature plumper’s hot pussy is an aphrodisiac. Moving my face towards her twat Sally reflexively spread her heavy thighs. I plunged my nose into the moisture and continued to inhale as I rubbed her clit with the bridge of my nose. She responded with a guttural groan.
